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Walking in the valley dread; I feared.
The darkened path, attired burning red,
By fires lit by hate, or love; alike
Strife causing ways, that lead to edge and over.
To realms beyond the ken of friends’ support.
Where mind and wit outplay’d by Fate; and Things
Withhold, decry, to lend a helping hand.

I walk the valley in His shadows cast
Secure. I fear no evil; He walks with me.



Yes, its a poem. :p
Yes, in iambic pentameter
I felt like doing something different.
Fate gave me this


Don’t tell me its rubbish
It’s the first time I’ve written one
Be constructive instead.


One Comment

  1. not bad moh, i’m impressed.. so this is what happens when you stop thinking too much, huh?!

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